Being in the shipyard is dull. Yeah, there is plenty of activity and there is an endless stream of stuff to do, but we're not underway so the time I would be doing my navigation watch is spent in a guard shack, instead (per earlier post). One of the oddities you might encounter should you be able to board my ship at midnight is the Ordinary, the Chief Cook, and the GVA hanging out on the stern.
The Chief Cook is half Filipino and looks Hawaiian; he's as wide- muscle, not fat- as he is tall. The GVA is Arabic and always wears a derby hat with suspenders and sings decidedly Arabic vocals in quarter steps. The Ordinary is Filipino. They gather around the Ordinary's 4 foot tall hookah and pass the pipe around while the Cook plays a tiny ukulele, and I imagine if he were to spontaneously burst into song he'd probably sound like Don Ho.
And just about every time I go to the port stern, directly over the furthest aft deckspace on her quarter, a two foot mullet-looking fish slowly swims out from under the dock, does a loop, and disappears back into the shadows and doesn't reappear again until the next day. The first few times I was like, "huh, would you look at that." The first dozen times it started to be remarkable. Now, 6 weeks into our shipyard stint, it's just friggin' creepy.
If we have spirit animals I sure hope mine isn't a giant mullet.
